Mor. [Disengaging his hand.] Young man, you oppress me—forbear! I do not merit thanks—pay your gratitude where you are sure 'tis due—to Heaven. Observe me—here is a bond of Sir Philip Blandford's for 1000l.—do you present it to him, and obtain a discharge for the debt of this worthy man. The rest is at your own disposal—no thanks.
Henry. But, sir, to whom am I thus highly indebted?
Mor. My name is Morrington. At present that information must suffice.
Henry. Morrington.
Ash. [Bowing.] Zur, if I may be so bold—
Mor. Nay, friend——
Ash. Don't be angry, I hadn't thanked you, zur, nor I won't.—Only, zur, I were going to ax, when you wou'd call again. You shall have my stamp note vor the money, you shall, indeed, zur. And in the mean time, I do hope you'll take zomeit in way of remembrance as 'twere.
Dame. Will your honour put a couple of turkies in your pocket?
Ash. Or pop a ham under your arm? don't ye zay no, if it's agreeable.
Mor. Farewell, good friends, I shall repeat my visit soon.